Chapter 4- Aqualung
(Warning: Heavy themes of Mind break and N*n-C*ns*nt)
While their new slaves slept in the backseat, Watson and Reilly drove away from the apartment complex.
Reilly took a deep breath, and leaned forward in the passenger seat “So what, my niche is just growing a huge cock when I need it?”
Watson turned a corner and shrugged “Could be, some niches can change your body. Some are more conceptual. We had a captain who was able to make you think you were naked for a moment. Not very powerful, but still could be useful. What did you feel when it happened? Walk me through it”
Reilly leaned back and closed her eyes. “I was super horny, and really wished I could have gone inside. Then she showed up, and it was like I was on autopilot. I immediately wanted to break her, and next thing I knew I had a new cock that was in her throat.”
Watson was silent for a moment. “Hearing it like that, I think you’re niche may be more complicated then just growing a dick. Did it feel like you were on auto pilot when you broke that telepath at hq?”
Reilly nodded “it was like as soon as I saw him I knew what I had to do.”
Watson hesitated “This is personal, but what kind of trauma do you think created this niche? They normally connect with one another”
Reilly looked out the window. “My mother…was a hardcore lesbian. She despised men.. in fact.” She chuckled softly “When I brought a guy over for the first time, she said she couldn’t believe I was her actual daughter, being attracted to men like that. A few years back, I came home from my college courses, and she…she was with two men.”
“Telepaths” Watson said
“Mhm. She was having the time of her life it looked like. Even back then, before I knew anything about mind breaking, I could tell something was permanently changed about her. So i ran away, called the telepath force and let them handle it. They caught the bastards who did it, but they never did find her. I guess the slave who replaced my mother got sold off somewhere…” she trailed off. She didn’t feel any regret for not finding her mother, she considered her dead the moment she was happily spitroasted by two men.
“I see.” Watson took a deep breath “I’ve heard alot of stories like that. This may not be any consolation, but you could have gained a very powerful niche out of that event”
Reilly looked over at him “What do you mean?”
“Your mother was forced to become something she wasn’t in order to please others. I think your niche is the ability to become whatever your opponent is weakest to. You transform, but in a positive way. You become seductive and sultry, or gain a cock to dominate the right woman. It could be a niche that takes to to the top of the Telepath force.”
Reilly looked back out the window “That means I’ll be able to protect people like my mother doesn’t it?”
Watson nodded as they pulled into the station “Of course.”
Martina clung to her in the parking lot, and Watsons slave did the same to him. “Some slaves are more clingy the first time being broken” He explained.
Eventually Reilly was able to convince Martina to go home, with the instruction to have dinner ready when Reilly’s shift ended.
Before they could enter the building, a limo with the words Midnite Vienna on the side pulled up to the curb behind them. Reillys first slave came out of one of the doors, to their surprise.
Much worse however, was what emerged form the window that rolled down shortly after
Officer Laine, make up smeared and hair in a mess, shoved her naked cum soaked ass out the window, shaking it around for anyone to see.
“Im resigning bitches!!” She yelled, spanking herself. Cum dripped out of her pussy and asshole, along the door and onto the street below. The window rolled back up and the limo drove away. Watson and Reilly could only stare in shock, knowing it was useless to chase after someone who’s mind had already been broken.
—–Several Hours Earlier——-
Laine’s eyes slowly opened, her groggy mind slowly waking up. Confusion then realization lead into panic. She was halfway through a wall, her lower half and arms behind her on the other side. She was fully clothed, for now. She took a deep breath, and tried to examine her surroundings. Her eyes hadn’t adjusted to the dark of the room yet. Her hands couldn’t reach anything on the other side of the wall, and it seemed like there was nothing around that her legs could hook onto. She needed to escape before whoever knocked her out started. Every moment she was here was another chance for them to break her.
The lights come on, blinding her. Out of the light a crowd of people shouted “SURPRIIIIIISE!!” Laine’s eyes readjusted and the scene that came into focus horrified and enraged her.
Every Officer that the department had lost in the past 6 months was there. Worse then that, they had all clearly had their minds broken, and were being put on display for her. Men and women, some looking like they had while on the force, others severely different and far more objectified. They were wearing fetish gear of all kinds, leather, miniskirts, maid outfits, cosplays, even clown costumes. Some were twirling on poles wearing nothing but fishnet stockings, some were getting railed on beds and tables, others were masturbating for everyone to see, and others were walking around *pregnant*.
“See something you like?”
Laine looked over at the source of the voice. Calmly sitting in a chair to the left of her was Calvin Thomas. She renewed her struggles to escape, and concentrated on keeping the barrier around her mind. The bastard was right there, she could take him down right now.
Calvin chuckled, and leaned back into the chair. He shook his head “Naughty naughty, if you didn’t want to be here, you shouldn’t have broken the Midnite Vienna’s rules”
“What the hell are you talking about, people bring their slaves in all the time!” If her cover wasn’t actually blown, then maybe she could talk her way out of this
“Not with cameras on them, and never controlled by members of the Psychic Task Force.” He said.. Laine felt a pit in her stomach. So much for her cover.
“My team knows where I’m at, State level Telepaths will be knocking down your door within days if you even think about touching me!” It was the truth really, but Laine had a feeling that Calvin here wouldn’t care.
“As well they should, and they’ll especially be interested in me once I unveil my new set of dancers, bed slaves, and servers.” He gestures at the room of broken officers.
“You…you’re going to…” Laine was shocked beyond words. Calvin wasn’t even a member of the Rogue Psychix, how could he even think of challenging the task force?
“I’ll take you city level telepaths out. Then the state ones, then the national ones, all the way until even the global telepaths are at my feet and dancing for me” He grinned and looked her in the eye “And no, I don’t need Rogue Psychix to do it”
This man was insane. He couldn’t have been more then a state level Rogue telepath at best, and he planned to do all of this?
“Oh im well higher then a state level threat miss laine” her thoughts were shattered by these words, and the realization hit her like a truck
“You can read minds…” she said quietly, the implications of this niche were terrifying
“Indeed, although only the ones that people are immediately thinking, which is a pain in the ass” He points to the officers “I have to create a situation just like this so i can figure out what your weakness is. And, you gave it away as soon as the lights were on”
Laine’s eyes widened. She couldn’t stop herself from thinking of a million possibilities for her weakness. Calvin nodded as the information filled his head. “I don’t need any of that of course. All I needed was the way you reacted to your pregnant friends over there”
Laine gritted her teeth. Of course the image of her being pregnant and mindlessly happy had come up as soon as she saw them. She cursed ever having such a fetish. She felt hands on her ass and she flinched. They were massaging her, rubbing her pussy through her underwear. For the first time in her career she regretted the short skirt she had chosen to wear.
Calvin walked up to her, and grabbed her chin. “Stay silent all you want my sweet little cow, I hear every thought and desire right as you think it. And-” he chuckles, as another thought pushed through Laines mind “it looks like you loved that cow comment”
“Godamnit you son of a bitch!” Calvin laughed loudly as he walked out of the room. After he was gone, three of the pregnant officers came up to her, smiling and laughing. The most unsettling part of broken telepaths was the ways they didn’t change. You expect them to have their eyes glazed over, and speak like robots or something. Instead they spoke like the people they always were. Smiled like they used to, laughed about and loved the same things as before.
Sierra had been her friend for years, they had gone through training together. Now here she was in front of her, pregnant while wearing a lacy black thong and bra. “I can’t wait Mary!” Sierra said to Laine while grabbing her shoulders “Master will make you feel a like gooood breeding cow until you’re mooing for more”
Laine had helped Luciana when she first came to the task force. “Mhm, I can’t wait to see how big your boobs get when master puts a baby in you!”
Laine hated it, hated what Calvin had done to them, and hated how it was making her feel. Her pussy was already soaking through her panties. She felt her pants being pulled away, exposing her skin to the air. She knew the barrier around her mind was basically gone now, images of her mindlessly pregnant and mooing overflowing in her mind.
“Ahh, you’re already smiling!” Sierra said. Laine gasped, realizing that she had lost the moment she had woken up. Maybe even the moment she had chosen to investigate the Midnite Vienna.
As Calvin penetrated her, she gasped in pleasure, and felt her body already rocking with his thrusts. She tried to resist, tried to hold on, but her friends kept talking, kept coaxing her into Calvin’s touch.
“Come ooooon” Lucianna petted the top of Laine’s head “Moo for us. Moo while he fucks you stupid”
Laine shook her head, but she could feel the desire in the back of her throat. The image of mooing while getting railed sent shivers down her spine, and made her stomach flip. Calvin’s thrusts began to quicken, and she could feel his dick swelling. She knew what was coming.
He was going to put a baby in her. He was going to breed her like a stupid little cow slut. She needed to run before it happened, because the moment he did it-
Calvin groaned, slamming into her and pumping wave after wave of delicious hot semen into her fertile pussy. Rather then a moan or a scream, Laine had only this to say as her mind broke in two
“MOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!”
End of Chapter 4
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